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Title: Equatorial America
Descriptive of a Visit to St. Thomas, Martinique, Barbadoes,
and the Principal Capitals of South America

Author: Maturin M. Ballou

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EQUATORIAL AMERICA

DESCRIPTIVE OF A VISIT TO ST. THOMAS

MARTINIQUE, BARBADOES, AND

THE PRINCIPAL CAPITALS

OF SOUTH AMERICA

BY

MATURIN M. BALLOU

BOSTON AND NEW YORK

HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY

The Riverside Press, Cambridge

1892

Copyright, 1892,

By MATURIN M. BALLOU.

All rights reserved.

The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.

Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company.

DEDICATED

TO

CAPTAIN E. C. BAKER

OF THE

STEAMSHIP VIGILANCIA

WITH WARM APPRECIATION OF HIS QUALITIES

AS A GENTLEMAN

AND AN ACCOMPLISHED SEAMAN

PREFACE.

"I am a part of all that I have seen," says Tennyson, a sentiment which every one of large experience will heartily
indorse. With the extraordinary facilities for travel available in modern times, it is a serious mistake in those who
possess the means, not to become familiar with the various sections of the globe. Vivid descriptions and excellent
photographs give us a certain knowledge of the great monuments of the world, both natural and artificial, but the
traveler always finds the reality a new revelation, whether it be the marvels of a Yellowstone Park, a vast oriental
temple, Alaskan glaciers, or the Pyramids of Ghiza. The latter, for instance, do not differ from the statistics which
we have so often seen recorded, their great, dominating outlines are the same as pictorially delineated, but when
we actually stand before them, they are touched by the wand of enchantment, and spring into visible life.
Heretofore they have been shadows, henceforth they are tangible and real. The best descriptions fail to inspire us,
experience alone can do that. What words can adequately depict the confused grandeur of the Falls of
Schaffhausen; the magnificence of the Himalayan range,—roof-tree of the world; the thrilling beauty of the
Yosemite Valley; the architectural loveliness of the Taj Mahal, of India; the starry splendor of equatorial nights;
the maritime charms of the Bay of Naples; or the marvel of the Midnight Sun at the North Cape? It is personal
observation alone which truly satisfies, educating the eye and enriching the understanding. If we can succeed in
imparting, a portion of our enjoyment to others, we enhance our own pleasure, and therefore these notes of travel
are given to the public.

M. M. B.

CONTENTS.

page

CHAPTER I.

Commencement of a Long Journey.—The Gulf Stream.—Hayti.—Sighting St. Thomas.—Ship Rock.—
Expert Divers.—Fidgety Old Lady.—An Important Island.—The Old Slaver.—Aborigines.—St.
Thomas Cigars.—Population.—Tri-Mountain.—The Negro Paradise.—Hurricanes.—Variety of Fish.
—Coaling Ship.—The Firefly Dance.—A Weird Scene.—An Antique Anchor
1

CHAPTER II.

Curious Seaweed.—Professor Agassiz.—Myth of a Lost Continent.—Island of Martinique.—An
Attractive Place.—Statue of the Empress Josephine.—Birthplace of Madame de Maintenon.—City of
St. Pierre.—Mont Pelée.—High Flavored Specialty.—Grisettes of Maritinque.—A Botanical Garden.
—Defective Drainage.—A Fatal Enemy.—A Cannibal Snake.—The Climate
33

CHAPTER III.

English Island of Barbadoes.—Bridgetown the Capital.—The Manufacture of Rum.—A Geographical
Expert.—Very English.—A Pest of Ants.—Exports.—The Ice House.—A Dense Population.—
Educational.—Marine Hotel.—Habits of Gambling.—Hurricanes.—Curious Antiquities.—The
Barbadoes Leg.—Wakeful Dreams.—Absence of Twilight.—Departure from the Island
51

CHAPTER IV.

Curious Ocean Experiences.—The Delicate Nautilus.—Flying-Fish.—The Southern Cross.—Speaking
a Ship at Sea.—Scientific Navigation.—South America as a Whole.—Fauna and Flora.—Natural
Resources of a Wonderful Land.—Rivers, Plains, and Mountain Ranges.—Aboriginal Tribes.—
Population.—Political Divisions.—Civil Wars.—Weakness of South American States
68

CHAPTER V.

City of Pará.—The Equatorial Line.—Spanish History.—The King of Waters.—Private Gardens.—
Domestic Life in Northern Brazil.—Delicious Pineapples.—Family Pets.—Opera House.—Mendicants.
—A Grand Avenue.—Botanical Garden.—India-Rubber Tree.—Gathering the Raw Material.—
Monkeys.—The Royal Palm.—Splendor of Equatorial Nights
94

CHAPTER VI.

Island of Marajo.—Rare and Beautiful Birds.—Original Mode of Securing Humming-Birds.—
Maranhão.—Educational.—Value of Native Forests.—Pernambuco.—Difficulty of Landing.—An Ill-
Chosen Name.—Local Scenes.—Uncleanly Habits of the People.—Great Sugar Mart.—Native
Houses.—A Quaint Hostelry.—Catamarans.—A Natural Breakwater.—Sailing down the Coast
115

CHAPTER VII.

Port of Bahia.—A Quaint Old City.—Former Capital of Brazil.—Whaling Interests.—Beautiful
Panorama.—Tramways.—No Color Line Here.—The Sedan Chair.—Feather Flowers.—A Great
Orange Mart.—Passion Flower Fruit.—Coffee, Sugar, and Tobacco.—A Coffee Plantation.—
Something about Diamonds.—Health of the City.—Curious Tropical Street Scenes
138

CHAPTER VIII.

Cape Frio.—Rio Janeiro.—A Splendid Harbor.—Various Mountains.—Botafogo Bay.—The
Hunchback.—Farewell to the Vigilancia.—Tijuca.—Italian Emigrants.—City Institutions.—Public
Amusements.—Street Musicians.—Churches.—Narrow Thoroughfares.—Merchants' Clerks.—
Railroads in Brazil.—Natural Advantages of the City.—The Public Plazas.—Exports
155

CHAPTER IX.

Outdoor Scenes in Rio Janeiro.—The Little Marmoset.—The Fish Market.—Secluded Women.—The
Romish Church.—Botanical Garden.—Various Species of Trees.—Grand Avenue of Royal Palms.—
About Humming-Birds.—Climate of Rio.—Surrounded by Yellow Fever.—The Country Inland.—
Begging on the Streets.—Flowers.—"Portuguese Joe."—Social Distinctions
180

CHAPTER X.

Petropolis.—Summer Residence of the Citizens of Rio.—Brief Sketch of the late Royal Family.—Dom
Pedro's Palace.—A Delightful Mountain Sanitarium.—A Successful but Bloodless Revolution.—Floral
Delights.—Mountain
Scenery.—Heavy
Gambling.—A
German
Settlement.—Cascatinha.—

Remarkable Orchids.—Local Types.—A Brazilian Forest.—Compensation
201

CHAPTER XI.

Port of Santos.—Yellow Fever Scourge.—Down the Coast to Montevideo.—The Cathedral.—
Pamperos.—Domestic Architecture.—A Grand Thoroughfare.—City Institutions.—Commercial
Advantages.—The Opera House.—The Bull-Fight.—Beggars on Horseback.—City Shops.—A
Typical Character.—Intoxication.—The Campo Santo.—Exports.—Rivers and Railways
217

CHAPTER XII.

Buenos Ayres.—Extent of the Argentine Republic.—Population.—Narrow Streets.—Large Public
Squares.—Basques.—Poor Harbor.—Railway System.—River Navigation.—Tramways.—The
Cathedral.—Normal Schools.—Newspapers.—Public Buildings.—Calle Florida.—A Busy City.—
Mode of furnishing Milk.—Environs.—Commercial and Political Growth.—The New Capital
244

CHAPTER XIII.

City of Rosario.—Its Population.—A Pretentious Church.—Ocean Experiences.—Morbid Fancies.—
Strait of Magellan.—A Great Discoverer.—Local Characteristics.—Patagonians and Fuegians.—Giant
Kelp.—Unique Mail Box.—Punta Arenas.—An Ex-Penal Colony.—The Albatross.—Natives.—A
Naked People.—Whales.—Sea-Birds.—Glaciers.—Mount Sarmiento.—A Singular Story
271

CHAPTER XIV.

The Land of Fire.—Cape Horn.—In the Open Pacific.—Fellow Passengers.—Large Sea-Bird.—An
Interesting Invalid.—A Weary Captive.—A Broken-Hearted Mother.—Study of the Heavens.—The
Moon.—Chilian Civil War.—Concepcion.—A Growing City.—Commercial Importance.—Cultivating
City Gardens on a New Plan.—Important Coal Mines.—Delicious Fruits
297

CHAPTER XV.

Valparaiso.—Principal South American Port of the Pacific.—A Good Harbor.—Tallest Mountain on
this Continent.—The Newspaper Press.—Warlike Aspect.—Girls as Car Conductors.—Chilian
Exports.—Foreign Merchants.—Effects of Civil War.—Gambling in Private Houses.—Immigration.—
Culture of the Grape.—Agriculture.—Island of Juan Fernandez
315

CHAPTER XVI.

The Port of Callao.—A Submerged City.—Peruvian Exports.—A Dirty and Unwholesome Town.—
Cinchona Bark.—The Andes.—The Llama.—A National Dance.—City of Lima.—An Old and
Interesting Capital.—Want of Rain.—Pizarro and His Crimes.—A Grand Cathedral.—Chilian Soldiers.
—Costly Churches of Peru.—Roman Catholic Influence.—Desecration of the Sabbath
334

CHAPTER XVII.

A Grand Plaza.—Retribution.—The University of Lima.—Significance of Ancient Pottery.—
Architecture.—Picturesque Dwelling.—Domestic Scene.—Destructive Earthquakes.—Spanish Sway.
—Women of Lima.—Street Costumes.—Ancient Bridge of Lima.—Newspapers.—Pawnbrokers'
Shops.—Exports.—An Ancient Mecca.—Home by Way of Europe.
355

EQUATORIAL AMERICA.

CHAPTER I.

Commencement of a Long Journey.—The Gulf Stream.—Hayti.—Sighting St. Thomas.—Ship Rock.—

Expert Divers.—Fidgety Old Lady.—An Important Island.—The Old Slaver.—Aborigines.—St.
Thomas Cigars.—Population.—Tri-Mountain.—Negro Paradise.—Hurricanes.—Variety of Fish.—
Coaling Ship.—The Firefly Dane.—A Weird Scene.—An Antique Anchor.

In starting upon foreign travel, one drops into the familiar routine on shipboard much after the same fashion

wherever bound, whether crossing the Atlantic eastward, or steaming to the south through the waters of the
Caribbean Sea; whether in a Peninsular and Oriental ship in the Indian Ocean, or on a White Star liner in the
Pacific bound for Japan. The steward brings a cup of hot coffee and a slice of dry toast to one's cabin soon after
the sun rises, as a sort of eye-opener; and having swallowed that excellent stimulant, one feels better fortified for
the struggle to dress on the uneven floor of a rolling and pitching ship. Then comes the brief promenade on deck
before breakfast, a liberal inhalation of fresh air insuring a good appetite. There is no hurry at this meal. There is
so little to do at sea, and so much time to do it in, that passengers are apt to linger at table as a pastime, and even
multiply their meals in number. As a rule, we make up our mind to follow some instructive course of reading while
at sea, but, alas! we never fulfill the good resolution. An entire change of habits and associations for the time being
is not favorable to such a purpose. The tonic of the sea braces one up to an unwonted degree, evinced by great
activity of body and mind. Favored by the unavoidable companionship of individuals in the circumscribed space
of a ship, acquaintances are formed which often ripen into lasting friendship. Inexperienced voyagers are apt to
become effusive and over-confiding, abrupt intimacies and unreasonable dislikes are of frequent occurrence, and
before the day of separation, the student of human nature has seen many phases exhibited for his analysis.

Our vessel, the Vigilancia, is a large, commodious, and well-appointed ship, embracing all the modern appliances
for comfort and safety at sea. She is lighted by electricity, having a donkey engine which sets in motion a dynamo
machine, converting mechanical energy into electric energy. Perhaps the reader, though familiar with the effect of
this mode of lighting, has never paused to analyze the very simple manner in which it is produced. The current is
led from the dynamos to the various points where light is desired by means of insulated wires. The lamps consist
of a fine thread of carbon inclosed in a glass bulb from which air has been entirely excluded. This offers such
resistance to the current passing through it that the energy is expended in raising the carbon to a white heat, thus
forming the light. The permanence of the carbon is insured by the absence of oxygen. If the glass bulb is broken
and atmospheric air comes in contact with the carbon, it is at once destroyed by combustion, and all light from
this source ceases. These lamps are so arranged that each one can be turned off or on at will without affecting
others. The absence of offensive smell or smoke, the steadiness of the light, unaffected by the motion of the ship,
and its superior brilliancy, all join to make this mode of lighting a vessel a positive luxury.

Some pleasant hours were passed on board the Vigilancia, between New York and the West Indies, in the study
of the Gulf Stream, through which we were sailing,—that river in the ocean with its banks and bottom of cold
water, while its current is always warm. Who can explain the mystery of its motive power? What keeps its tepid
water, in a course of thousands of miles, from mingling with the rest of the sea? Whence does it really come? The
accepted theories are familiar enough, but we place little reliance upon them, the statements of scientists are so
easily formulated, but often so difficult to prove. As Professor Maury tells us, there is in the world no other flow
of water so majestic as this; it has a course more rapid than either the Mississippi or the Amazon, and a volume
more than a thousand times greater. The color of this remarkable stream, whose fountain is supposed to be the
Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, is so deep a blue off our southern shore that the line of demarcation from
its surroundings is quite obvious, the Gulf water having apparently a decided reluctance to mingling with the rest of
the ocean, a peculiarity which has been long and vainly discussed without a satisfactory solution having been
reached. The same phenomenon has been observed in the Pacific, where the Japanese current comes up from the
equator, along the shore of that country, crossing Behring's Sea to the continent of North America, and, turning
southward along the coast of California, finally disappears. Throughout all this ocean passage, like the Gulf
Stream in the Atlantic, it retains its individuality, and is quite separate from the rest of the ocean. The fact that the
water is saltier than that of the Atlantic is by some supposed to account for the indigo blue of the Gulf Stream.

The temperature of this water is carefully taken on board all well regulated ships, and is recorded in the log. On
this voyage it was found to vary from 75° to 80° Fahrenheit.

Our ship had touched at Newport News, Va., after leaving New York, to take the U. S. mail on board; thence
the course was south-southeast, giving the American continent a wide berth, and heading for the Danish island of
St. Thomas, which lies in the latitude of Hayti, but a long way to the eastward of that uninteresting island. We say
uninteresting with due consideration, though its history is vivid enough to satisfy the most sensational taste. It has
produced its share of native heroes, as well as native traitors, while the frequent upheavals of its mingled races
have been no less erratic than destructive. The ignorance and confusion which reign among the masses on the
island are deplorable. Minister Douglass utterly failed to make anything out of Hayti. The lower classes of the
people living inland come next to the inhabitants of Terra del Fuego in the scale of humanity, and are much inferior
to the Maoris of New Zealand, or the savage tribes of Australia. It is satisfactorily proven that cannibalism still
exists among them in its most repulsive form, so revolting, indeed, that we hesitate to detail the experience of a
creditable eye-witness relating to this matter, as personally described to us.

Upon looking at the map it would seem, to one unaccustomed to the ocean, that a ship could not lay her course
direct, in these island dotted waters, without running down one or more of them; but the distances which are so
circumscribed upon the chart are extended for many a league at sea, and a good navigator may sail his ship from
New York to Barbadoes, if he so desires, without sighting the land. Not a sailing vessel or steamship was seen,
on the brief voyage from the American continent to the West Indies, these latitudes being far less frequented by
passenger and freighting ships than the transatlantic route further north.

It is quite natural that the heart should throb with increased animation, the spirits become more elate, and the eyes
more than usually appreciative, when the land of one's destination heaves in sight after long days and nights
passed at sea. This is especially the case if the change from home scenes is so radical in all particulars as when
coming from our bleak Northern States in the early days of spring, before the trees have donned their leaves, to
the soft temperature and exuberant verdure of the low latitudes. Commencing the voyage herein described, the
author left the Brooklyn shore of New York harbor about the first of May, during a sharp snow-squall, though, as
Governor's Island was passed on the one hand, and the Statue of Liberty on the other, the sun burst forth from its
cloudy environment, as if to smile a cheerful farewell. Thus we passed out upon the broad Atlantic, bound
southward, soon feeling its half suppressed force in the regular sway and roll of the vessel. She was heavily laden,
and measured considerably over four thousand tons, drawing twenty-two feet of water, yet she was like an
eggshell upon the heaving breast of the ocean. As these mammoth ships lie in port beside the wharf, it seems as
though their size and enormous weight would place them beyond the influence of the wind and waves: but the
power of the latter is so great as to be beyond computation, and makes a mere toy of the largest hull that floats.
No one can realize the great strength of the waves who has not watched the sea in all of its varying moods.

"Land O!" shouts the lookout on the forecastle.

A wave of the hand signifies that the occupant of the bridge has already made out the mote far away upon the
glassy surface of the sea, which now rapidly grows into definite form.

When the mountain which rises near the centre of St. Thomas was fairly in view from the deck of the Vigilancia, it
seemed as if beckoning us to its hospitable shore. The light breeze which fanned the sea came from off the land
flavored with an odor of tropical vegetation, a suggestion of fragrant blossoms, and a promise of luscious fruits.
On our starboard bow there soon came into view the well known Ship Rock, which appears, when seen from a
short distance, almost precisely like a full-rigged ship under canvas. If the sky is clouded and the atmosphere
hazy, the delusion is remarkable.

This story is told of a French corvette which was cruising in these latitudes at the time when the buccaneers were
creating such havoc with legitimate commerce in the West Indies. It seems that the coast was partially hidden by a
fog, when the corvette made out the rock through the haze, and, supposing it to be what it so much resembles, a
ship under sail, fired a gun to leeward for her to heave to. Of course there was no response to the shot, so the
Frenchman brought his ship closer, at the same time clearing for action. Being satisfied that he had to do with a
powerful adversary, he resolved to obtain the advantage by promptly crippling the enemy, and so discharged the
whole of his starboard broadside into the supposed ship, looming through the mist. The fog quietly dispersed as
the corvette went about and prepared to deliver her port guns in a similar manner. As the deceptive rock stood in
precisely the same place when the guns came once more to bear upon it, the true character of the object was
discovered. It is doubtful whether the Frenchman's surprise or mortification predominated.

An hour of steady progress served to raise the veil of distance, and to reveal the spacious bay of Charlotte
Amalie, with its strong background of abrupt hills and dense greenery of tropical foliage. How wonderfully blue
was the water round about the island,—an emerald set in a sea of molten sapphire! It seemed as if the sky had
been melted and poured all over the ebbing tide. About the Bahamas, especially off the shore at Nassau, the
water is green,—a delicate bright green; here it exhibits only the true azure blue,—Mediterranean blue. It is seen
at its best and in marvelous glow during the brief moments of twilight, when a glance of golden sunset tinges its
mottled surface with iris hues, like the opaline flashes from a humming-bird's throat.

The steamer gradually lost headway, the vibrating hull ceased to throb with the action of its motive power, as
though pausing to take breath after long days and nights of sustained effort, and presently the anchor was let go in
the excellent harbor of St. Thomas, latitude 18° 20' north, longitude 64° 48' west. Our forecastle gun, fired to
announce arrival, awakened the echoes in the hills, so that all seemed to join in clapping their hands to welcome
us. Thus amid the Norwegian fiords the report of the steamer's single gun becomes a whole broadside, as it is
reverberated from the grim and rocky elevations which line that iron-bound coast.

There was soon gathered about the ship a bevy of naked colored boys, a score or more, jabbering like a lot of
monkeys, some in canoes of home construction, it would seem, consisting of a sugar box sawed in two parts, or a
few small planks nailed together, forming more of a tub than a boat, and leaking at every joint. These frail floats
were propelled with a couple of flat boards used as paddles. The young fellows came out from the shore to dive
for sixpences and shillings, cast into the sea by passengers. The moment a piece of silver was thrown, every
canoe was instantly emptied of its occupant, all diving pell-mell for the money. Presently one of the crowd was
sure to come to the surface with the silver exhibited above his head between his fingers, after which, monkey-like,
it was securely deposited inside of his cheek. Similar scenes often occur in tropical regions. The last which the
author can recall, and at which he assisted, was at Aden, where the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea meet. Another
experience of the sort is also well remembered as witnessed in the South Pacific off the Samoan islands. On this
occasion the most expert of the natives, among the naked divers, was a young Samoan girl, whose agility in the
water was such that she easily secured more than half the bright coins which were thrown overboard, though a
dozen male competitors were her rivals in the pursuit. Nothing but an otter could have excelled this bronzed,
unclad, exquisitely formed girl of Tutuila as a diver and swimmer.

But let us not stray to the far South Pacific, forgetting that we are all this time in the snug harbor of St. Thomas, in
the West Indies.

A fidgety old lady passenger, half hidden in an avalanche of wraps, while the thermometer indicated 80° Fahr.,
one who had gone into partial hysterics several times during the past few days, upon the slightest provocation,
declared that this was the worst region for hurricanes in the known world, adding that there were dark, ominous
clouds forming to windward which she was sure portended a cyclone. One might have told her truthfully that May
was not a hurricane month in these latitudes, but we were just then too earnestly engaged in preparing for a stroll
on shore, too full of charming anticipations, to discuss possible hurricanes, and so, without giving the matter any
special thought, admitted that it did look a little threatening in the northwest. This was quite enough to frighten the
old lady half out of her senses, and to call the stewardess into prompt requisition, while the deck was soon
permeated with the odor of camphor, sal volatile, and valerian. We did not wait to see how she survived the
attack, but hastened into a shore boat and soon landed at what is known as King's wharf, when the temperature
seemed instantly to rise about twenty degrees. Near the landing was a small plaza, shaded by tall ferns and
cabbage palms, with here and there an umbrageous mango. Ladies and servant girls were seen promenading with
merry children, whites and blacks mingling indiscriminately, while the Danish military band were producing most
shocking strains with their brass instruments. One could hardly conceive of a more futile attempt at harmony.

There is always something exciting in first setting foot upon a foreign soil, in mingling with utter strangers, in
listening to the voluble utterances and jargon of unfamiliar tongues, while noting the manners, dress, and faces of a
new people. The current language of the mass of St. Thomas is a curious compound of negro grammar, Yankee
accent, and English drawl. Though somewhat familiar with the West Indies, the author had never before landed
upon this island. Everything strikes one as curious, each turn affords increased novelty, and every moment is full of
interest. Black, yellow, and white men are seen in groups, the former with very little covering on their bodies, the
latter in diaphanous costumes. Negresses sporting high colors in their scanty clothing, set off by rainbow kerchiefs
bound round their heads, turban fashion; little naked blacks with impossible paunches; here and there a shuffling
negro bearing baskets of fish balanced on either end of a long pole resting across his shoulders; peddlers of shells
and corals; old women carrying trays upon their heads containing cakes sprinkled with granulated sugar, and
displayed upon neat linen towels, seeking for customers among the newly arrived passengers,—all together form
a unique picture of local life. The constantly shifting scene moves before the observer like a panorama unrolled for
exhibition, seeming quite as theatrical and artificial.

St. Thomas is one of the Danish West Indian Islands, of which there are three belonging to Denmark, namely, St.
Thomas, St. Croix, and St. John. For the possession of the first named Mr. Seward, when Secretary of State, in
1866, offered the King of Denmark five million dollars in gold, which proposition was finally accepted, and it
would have been a cheap purchase for us at that price; but after all detail had been duly agreed upon, the United
States Congress refused to vote the necessary funds wherewith to pay for the title deed. So when Mr. Seward
consummated the purchase of Alaska, for a little over seven million dollars, there were nearly enough of the small-
fry politicians in Congress to defeat the bargain with Russia in the same manner. The income from the lease of two
islands alone belonging to Alaska—St. George and St. Paul—has paid four and one half per cent. per annum
upon the purchase money ever since the territory came into our possession. There is one gold mine on Douglas
Island, Alaska, not to mention its other rich and inexhaustible products, for which a French syndicate has offered
fourteen million dollars. We doubt if St. Thomas could be purchased from the Danes to-day for ten million
dollars, while the estimated value of Alaska would be at least a hundred million or more, with its vast mineral
wealth, its invaluable salmon fisheries, its inexhaustible forests of giant timber, and its abundance of seal, otter, and
other rich furs. A penny-wise and pound-foolish Congress made a huge mistake in opposing Mr. Seward's
purpose as regarded the purchase of St. Thomas. The strategic position of the island is quite sufficient to justify
our government in wishing to possess it, for it is geographically the keystone of the West Indies. The principal
object which Mr. Seward had in view was to secure a coaling and refitting station for our national ships in time of
war, for which St. Thomas would actually be worth more than the island of Cuba. Opposite to it is the continent
of Africa; equidistant are the eastern shores of North and South America; on one side is western Europe, on the
other the route to India and the Pacific Ocean; in the rear are Central America, the West Indies, and Mexico,
together with those great inland bodies of salt water, the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico. It requires no
argument to show how important the possession of such an outpost might prove to this country.

Since these notes were written, it is currently reported that our government has once more awakened to the
necessity of obtaining possession of this island, and fresh negotiations have been entered into. One thing is very
certain, if we do not seize the opportunity to purchase St. Thomas at the present time, England, or some other
important power, will promptly do so, to our serious detriment and just mortification.

St. Thomas has an area of nearly fifty square miles, and supports a population of about fourteen thousand. In
many respects the capital is unique, and being our first landing-place after leaving home, was of more than
ordinary interest to the writer. The highest point on the island, which comes first into view from the deck of a
southern bound steamer, is West Mountain, rising sixteen hundred feet above the level of the surrounding waters.
Geologists would describe St. Thomas as being the top of a small chain of submerged mountains, which would be
quite correct, since the topography of the bottom of the sea is but a counterpart of that upon the more familiar
surface of the earth we occupy. When ocean electric cables for connecting islands and continents are laid,

engineers find that there are the same sort of plains, mountains, valleys, and gorges beneath as above the waters
of the ocean. The skeletons of whales, and natural beds of deep-sea shells, found in valleys and hills many
hundred feet above the present level of tide waters, tell us plainly enough that in the long ages which have passed,
the diversified surface of the earth which we now behold has changed places with these submerged regions, which
probably once formed the dry land. The history of the far past is full of instances showing the slow but continuous
retreat of the water from the land in certain regions and its encroachment in others, the drying up of lakes and
rivers, as well as the upheaval of single islands and groups from the bed of the ocean.

A range of dome-shaped hills runs through the entire length of this island of St. Thomas, fifteen miles from west to
east, being considerably highest at the west end. As we passed between the two headlands which mark the
entrance to the harbor, the town was seen spread over three hills of nearly uniform height, also occupying the
gentle valleys between. Two stone structures, on separate hills, form a prominent feature; these are known
respectively as Blue Beard and Black Beard tower, but their origin is a myth, though there are plenty of legends
extant about them. Both are now utilized as residences, having mostly lost their original crudeness and picturesque
appearance. The town, as a whole, forms a pleasing and effective background to the land-locked bay, which is
large enough to afford safe anchorage for two hundred ships at the same time, except when a hurricane prevails;
then the safest place for shipping is as far away from the land as possible. It is a busy port, considering the small
number of inhabitants, steamers arriving and departing constantly, besides many small coasting vessels which ply
between this and the neighboring islands. St. Thomas is certainly the most available commercially of the Virgin
group of islands. Columbus named them "Las Vergines," in reference to the familiar Romish legend of the eleven
thousand virgins, about as inappropriate a title as the fable it refers to is ridiculous.

Close in shore, at the time of our visit, there lay a schooner-rigged craft of more than ordinary interest, her jaunty
set upon the water, her graceful lines, tall, raking masts, and long bowsprit suggesting the model of the famous old
Baltimore clippers. There is a fascinating individuality about sailing vessels which does not attach to steamships.
Seamen form romantic attachments for the former. The officers and crew of the Vigilancia were observed to cast
admiring eyes upon this handsome schooner, anchored under our lee. A sort of mysterious quiet hung about her;
every rope was hauled taut, made fast, and the slack neatly coiled. Her anchor was atrip, that is, the cable was
hove short, showing that she was ready to sail at a moment's notice. The only person visible on board was a
bareheaded, white-haired old seaman, who sat on the transom near the wheel, quietly smoking his pipe. On
inquiry it was found that the schooner had a notable history and bore the name of the Vigilant, having been first
launched a hundred and thirty years ago. It appeared that she was a successful slaver in former days, running
between the coast of Africa and these islands. She was twice captured by English cruisers, but somehow found
her way back again to the old and nefarious business. Of course, she had been overhauled, repaired, and re-
rigged many times, but it is still the same old frame and hull that so often made the middle passage, as it was
called. To-day she serves as a mail boat running between Santa Cruz and St. Thomas, and, it is said, can make
forty leagues, with a fair wind, as quick as any steamer on the coast. The same evening the Vigilant spread her
broad white wings and glided silently out of the harbor, gathering rapid way as she passed its entrance, until
feeling the spur of the wind and the open sea, she quickly vanished from sight. It was easy to imagine her bound
upon her old piratical business, screened by the shadows of the night.

Though it no longer produces a single article of export on its own soil, St. Thomas was, in the days of negro
slavery, one of the most prolific sugar yielding islands of this region. It will be remembered that the emancipation
of the blacks took place here in 1848. It was never before impressed upon us, if we were aware of the fact, that
the sugar-cane is not indigenous to the West Indies. It seems that the plant came originally from Asia, and was
introduced into these islands by Columbus and his followers. As is often the case with other representatives of the
vegetable kingdom, it appears to have flourished better here than in the land of its nativity, new climatic
combinations, together with the soil, developing in the saccharine plant better qualities and increased
productiveness, for a long series of years enriching many enterprising planters.

When Columbus discovered St. Thomas, in 1493, it was inhabited by two tribes of Indians, the Caribs and the
Arrowauks, both of which soon disappeared under the oppression and hardships imposed by the Spaniards. It is
also stated that from this island, as well as from Cuba and Hayti, many natives were transported to Spain and
there sold into slavery, in the days following close upon its discovery. Thus Spain, from the earliest date,
characterized her operations in the New World by a heartlessness and injustice which ever attended upon her
conquests, both among the islands and upon the continent of America. The Caribs were of the red Indian race,
and appear to have been addicted to cannibalism. Indeed, the very word, by which the surrounding sea is also
known, is supposed to be a corruption of the name of this tribe. "These Caribs did not eat their own babies," says
an old writer apologetically, "like some sorts of wild beasts, but only roasted and ate their prisoners of war."

The island was originally covered with a dense forest growth, but is now comparatively denuded of trees, leaving
the land open to the full force of the sun, and causing it to suffer at times from serious droughts. There is said to be
but one natural spring of water on the island. This shows itself at the surface, and is of very limited capacity; the
scanty rains which occur here are almost entirely depended upon to supply water for domestic use.

St. Thomas being so convenient a port of call for steamers from Europe and America, and having so excellent a
harbor, is improved as a depot for merchandise by several of the neighboring islands, thus enjoying a considerable

commerce, though it is only in transitu. It is also the regular coaling station of several steamship lines. Judging
from appearances, however, it would seem that the town is not growing in population or business relations, but is
rather retrograding. The value of the imports in 1880 was less than half the aggregate amount of 1870. We were
told that green groceries nearly all come from the United States, and that even eggs and poultry are imported from
the neighboring islands, showing an improvidence on the part of the people difficult to account for, since these
sources of food supply can be profitably produced at almost any spot upon the earth where vegetation will grow.
Cigars are brought hither from Havana in considerable quantities, and having no duty to pay, can be sold very
cheap by the dealers at St. Thomas, and still afford a reasonable profit. Quite a trade is thus carried on with the
passengers of the several steamers which call here regularly, and travelers avail themselves of the opportunity to
lay in an ample supply. Cuban cigars of the quality which would cost nine or ten dollars a hundred in Boston are
sold at St. Thomas for five or six dollars, and lower grades even cheaper in proportion. There is said to be
considerable smuggling successfully carried on between this island and the Florida shore, in the article of cigars as
well as in tobacco in the unmanufactured state. The high duty on these has always incited to smuggling, thus
defeating the very object for which it is imposed. Probably a moderate duty would yield more to the government
in the aggregate, by rendering it so much less of an object to smuggle.

Though the island is Danish in nationality, there are few surroundings calculated to recall the fact, save that the flag
of that country floats over the old fort and the one or two official buildings, just as it has done for the last two
centuries. The prominent officials are Danes, as well as the officers of the small body of soldiers maintained on the
island. English is almost exclusively spoken, though there are French, Spanish, and Italian residents here. English is
also the language taught in the public schools. People have come here to make what money they can, but with the
fixed purpose of spending it and enjoying it elsewhere. As a rule, all Europeans who come to the West Indies and
embark in business do so with exactly this purpose. In Cuba the Spaniards from the continent, among whom are
many Jews, have a proverb the significance of which is: "Ten years of starvation, and a fortune," and most of them
live up to this axiom. They leave all principles of honor, all sense of moral responsibility, all sacred domestic ties,
behind them, forgetting, or at least ignoring, the significant query, namely, "What shall it profit a man, if he gain the
whole world, and lose his own soul?"

About one third of the population is Roman Catholic. The Jews have a synagogue, and a membership of six
hundred. They have a record on the island dating as far back as the year 1757, and add much to the activity and
thrift of St. Thomas. No matter where we find the Jews, in Mexico, Warsaw, California, or the West Indies, they
are all alike intent upon money making, and are nearly always successful. Their irrepressible energy wins for them
the goal for which they so earnestly strive. That soldier of fortune, Santa Anna, formerly ruler of Mexico, when
banished as a traitor from his native country, made his home on this island, and the house which he built and
occupied is still pointed out to visitors as one of the local curiosities. The social life of St. Thomas is naturally very
circumscribed, but is good so far as it goes. A few cultured people, who have made it their home for some years,
have become sincerely attached to the place, and enjoy the climate. There are a small public library, a hospital,
several charitable institutions, and a theatre, which is occupied semi-occasionally. The island is connected with the
continent by cable, and has a large floating dock and marine railway, which causes vessels in distress to visit the
port for needed repairs. The town is situated on the north side of the bay which indents the middle of the south
side of the island. The harbor has a depth of water varying from eighteen to thirty-six feet, and has the advantage
of being a free port, a fact, perhaps, of not much account to a place which has neither exports nor imports of its
own. St. Thomas is the only town of any importance on the island, and is known locally as Charlotte Amalie, a
fact which sometimes leads to a confusion of ideas.

The reader need not encounter the intense heat, which so nearly wilted us, in an effort to obtain a good lookout
from some elevated spot; but the result will perhaps interest him, as it fully repaid the writer for all the consequent
discomfort.

From the brow of a moderate elevation just behind the town, a delightful and far-reaching view is afforded,
embracing St. Thomas in the foreground, the well-sheltered bay, dotted with vessels bearing the flags of various
nations, an archipelago of islets scattered over the near waters, and numerous small bays indenting the coast. At a
distance of some forty miles across the sea looms the island of Santa Cruz; and farther away, on the horizon's
most distant limit, are seen the tall hills and mountains of Porto Rico; while the sky is fringed by a long trailing
plume of smoke, indicating the course of some passing steamship. The three hills upon which the town stands are
spurs of West Mountain, and the place is quite as well entitled to the name of Tremont—"tri-mountain"—as was
the capital of Massachusetts, before its hills were laid low to accommodate business demands. On the seaward
side of these elevations the red tiled roofs of the white houses rise in regular terraces from the street which
borders the harbor, forming a very picturesque group as seen from the bay.

Though it has not often been visited by epidemics, Mr. Anthony Trollope pronounces the island, in his usual
irresponsible way, to be "one of the hottest and one of the most unhealthy spots among all these hot and unhealthy
regions," and adds that he would perhaps be justified in saying "that of all such spots it is the hottest and most
unhealthy." This is calculated to give an incorrect idea of St. Thomas. True, it is liable to periods of unhealthiness,
when a species of low fever prevails, proving more or less fatal. This is thought to originate from the surface
drainage, and the miasma arising from the bay. All the drains of the town flow into the waters of the harbor, which
has not sufficient flow of tide to carry seaward the foul matter thus accumulated. The hot sun pouring its heat

down upon this tainted water causes a dangerous exhalation. Still, sharks do not seem to be sensitive as to this
matter, for they much abound. It is yet to be discovered why these tigers of the sea do not attack the negroes,
who fearlessly leap overboard; a white man could not do this with impunity. The Asiatics of the Malacca Straits
do not enjoy any such immunity from danger, though they have skins as dark as the divers of St. Thomas. Sharks
appear in the West Indies in small schools, or at least there are nearly always two or three together, but in
Oriental waters they are only seen singly. Thus a Malay of Singapore, for a compensation, say an English
sovereign, will place a long, sharp knife between his teeth and leap naked into the sea to attack a shark. He
adroitly dives beneath the creature, and as it turns its body to bring its awkward mouth into use, with his knife the
Malay slashes a deep, long opening in its exposed belly, at the same time forcing himself out of the creature's
reach. The knife is sure and fatal. After a few moments the huge body of the fish is seen to rise and float lifeless
upon the surface of the water.

A large majority of the people are colored, exhibiting some peculiarly interesting types, intermarriage with whites
of various nationalities having produced among the descendants of Africans many changes of color and of
features. One feels sure that there is also a trace of Carib or Indian blood mingled with the rest,—a trace of the
aborigines whom Columbus found here. The outcome is not entirely a race with flat noses and protruding lips;
straight Grecian profiles are not uncommon, accompanied by thin nostrils and Anglo-Saxon lips. Faultless teeth,
soft blue eyes, and hair nearly straight are sometimes met with among the creoles. As to the style of walking and
of carrying the head and body, the common class of women of St. Thomas have arrived at perfection. Some of
them are notable examples of unconscious dignity and grace combined. This has been brought about by carrying
burdens upon their heads from childhood, without the supporting aid of the hands. Modesty, or rather
conventionality, does not require boys or girls under eight years of age to encumber themselves with clothing. The
costume of the market women and the lower classes generally is picturesque, composed of a Madras kerchief
carefully twisted into a turban of many colors, yellow predominating, a cotton chemise which leaves the neck and
shoulders exposed, reaching just below the knees, the legs and feet being bare. The men wear cotton drawers
reaching nearly to the knee, the rest of the body being uncovered, except the head, which is usually sheltered
under a broad brimmed straw hat, the sides of which are perforated by many ventilating holes. The whites
generally, and also the better class of natives, dress very much after the fashion which prevails in North America.

This is the negroes' paradise, but it is a climate in which the white race gradually wanes. The heat of the tropics is
modified by the constant and grateful trade winds, a most merciful dispensation, without which the West Indies
would be uninhabitable by man. On the hillsides of St. Thomas these winds insure cool nights at least, and a
comparatively temperate state of the atmosphere during the day. Vegetation is abundant, the fruit trees are
perennial, bearing leaf, blossom, and fruit in profusion, month after month, year after year. Little, if any, cultivation
is required. The few sugar plantations which are still carried on yield from three to four successive years without
replanting. It is a notable fact that where vegetation is at its best, where the soil is most rank and prolific, where
fruits and flowers grow in wild exuberance, elevated humanity thrives the least. The lower the grade of man, the
nearer he approximates to the animals, the less civilized he is in mind and body, the better he appears to be
adapted to such localities. The birds and the butterflies are in exact harmony with the loveliness of tropical nature,
however prolific she may be; the flowers are glorious and beautiful: it is man alone who seems out of place. A
great variety of fruits are indigenous here, such as the orange, lime, alligator pear, moss-apple, and mango, but
none of them are cultivated to any extent; the people seem to lack the energy requisite to improve the grand
possibilities of their fertile soil and prolific climate.

We were reminded by a resident of the town, before we left the harbor of St. Thomas, that the nervous old lady
referred to was not entirely without reason for her anxiety. Some of our readers will remember, perhaps, that in
October, 1867, a most disastrous hurricane swept over these Virgin Islands, leaving widespread desolation in its
track. The shipping which happened to be in the bay of St. Thomas was nearly all destroyed, together with
hundreds of lives, while on the land scores of houses and many lives were also sacrificed to the terrible cyclone of
that date. Even the thoroughly built iron and stone lighthouse was completely obliterated. There is a theory that
such visitations come in this region about once in every twelve or fifteen years, and upon looking up the matter we
find them to have occurred, with more or less destructive force, in the years 1793, 1819, 1837, 1867, 1871, and
so late as August, 1891. Other hurricanes have passed over these islands during the period covered by these
dates, but of a mitigated character. August, September, and October are the months in which the hurricanes are
most likely to occur, and all vessels navigating the West Indian seas during these months take extra precautions to
secure themselves against accidents from this source. When such visitations happen, the event is sure to develop
heroic deeds. In the hurricane of 1867, the captain of a Spanish man-of-war, who was a practical sailor, brought
up from boyhood upon the ocean, seeing the oncoming cyclone, and knowing by experience what to expect,
ordered the masts of his vessel to be cut away at once, and every portion of exposed top hamper to be cast into
the sea. When thus stripped he exposed little but the bare hull of his steamer to the fury of the storm. After the
cyclone had passed, it was found that he had not lost a man, and that the steamer's hull, though severely battered,
was substantially unharmed. Keeping up all steam during the awful scene, this captain devoted himself and his ship
to the saving of human life, promptly taking his vessel wherever he could be of the most service. Hundreds of
seamen were saved from death by the coolness and intrepidity of this heroic sailor.

Since these notes were written among the islands, a terrible cyclone has visited them. This was on August 18, last
past, and proved more destructive to human life, to marine and other property, than any occurrenc...